Chapter 6
Len Bonner knocked on the door of the Grants' stateroom just before eleven o'clock the following morning, having allowed Joanna a nicely judged space of time in which to reflect on the illness of her husband, his extraordinary behavior in bed preceding it, and the enormity of the plight in which she found herself with regard to the smuggled package of marijuana. Bob was still feverish and under sedation in the sickroom, and by the time Len arrived, his poor wife was almost hysterical with worry and fear.
She let the door slide unresisting from her hands as he pushed past her into the cabin, and then stared at him with wide and anguished eyes. "Did you. . . what did you . . . what have you decided?" she quavered.
He turned with his back to the porthole and faced her. "I thought about it a lot, Joanna," he said gravely. "And finally I decided that, in view of your youth and apparent innocence, I would be justified in taking the most lenient standpoint possible."
"Oh thank God," she began, the tears spurting from her eyes and coursing down her cheeks. "And thank you too. I can't tell you how much I --"
"At a price," he interrupted, raising one hand. "And since then I have come into possession of information even more disturbing. Something which I may say shocks me to the core and makes me wonder whether I may not be wrong in giving you the benefit of the doubt."
"Something . . . more disturbing?" the luscious blonde repeated fearfully. "Why whatever can you mean?"
He dived his hand into the pocket of his jacket and produced a brown manila envelope and a small flat package. "This contains the consignment of dope I found in your purse," he said, holding up the latter. "Plus a covering letter to the Captain explaining how I discovered it and where. I had decided not to forward it to him . . . . until I saw this." He held up the envelope and compressed his lips. He was looking very angry.
"But . . . what is it?"
"I think you'd better see," Len Bonner said.
"And I warn you, it may be a shock to you. With trembling fingers. Joanna took the envelope as she looked at him with widely questioning eyes. Inside, there was a single 10" x 8" photographic print. "Do you recognize the woman in that picture?" he demanded.
She lowered her eyes . . . and gasped aloud. The photo showed a view of a stateroom exactly like her own. On the bed, a naked woman lay extended with her legs flung wide in an attitude of lewd abandon. There was an expression of raw animal lust on her contorted face, but the likeness was unmistakable. It was Len Bonner's wife, Harriet..
"And do you recognize the man with her?" the advertising man pursued.
Joanna burst into tears. Crouched obscenely over the woman's exposed loins, his wetly shining lips parted in a simper of depraved sexuality, was a man who had obviously just been sucking her widely-splayed and glistening pussy-flesh. His head was in profile but again there could be no mistake; it was her own husband Bob!
"Oh," she cried, "how dreadful! But there must . . . there must be some mistake! I can't believe it!"
"Your husband in bed with my wife," Len said grimly. "While we were innocently enjoying ourselves ashore -- this is what happens!"
"I can't believe it!" Joanna repeated tearfully. "How could they! What . . . how did you get that photograph?"
"Never mind that now. Naturally I questioned Harriet. It seems your husband discovered she was still on the ship, plied her with drink, and then -- when she hardly knew what she was doing -- followed her to our cabin and forced himself upon her. As you see.
"She doesn't exactly look as though she's being forced," Joanna said primly. "But even so I can't believe Bob would do such a thing. I can't."
"You only have to believe your eyes," Len said. "Look at the photo. The point is . . . . what are you going to do?"
"Yes, you. Or rather what are we going to do about keeping this disgraceful piece of information . . . and what I found out yesterday as well from the Captain?"
"F-f-from the Captain?" Joanna quavered.
"Certainly. I could file this with him as evidence in a divorce case. I certainly feel like doing so right now. And then there's the other matter. I'm not at all sure I feel as leniently disposed towards you now as I did."
"Oh, please," the poor girl entreated. "Please can't we do something? I don't want to go to jail. I don't want my marriage ruined, I don't want to be dragged through the divorce courts. Please I'll do anything."
Her mind was in a whirl, incapable of reasoning because of the successive, shattering blows dealt to her by a cruel fortune. She didn't know which way to turn. For although her lips repeated endlessly that she did not, could not believe what she saw on the photo, in fact she could believe it only too well . . . this was the reason why Bob had been impotent last night; this explained his sudden and unexpected interest in the more perverse forms of love; it was here, aboard the Arcadia, that he had been unfaithful . . . and not with some anonymous floozy in the port! Through the emotional pain that was wracking her mind, tearing her to pieces inside, she saw only one thing clearly: whatever he had done, she loved Bob. However despicably he had behaved, she still wanted him. At whatever cost, she had to save their marriage . . . and to this resolve too was added the determination to hide from Bob, whatever happened, the awful disaster with the mysterious package of marijuana that had appeared in her purse last night.
Len Bonner was breathing heavily. His face was slightly flushed. "It's all very well to say you'll do anything," he said. "But the fact remains, your husband has raped my wife."
Has he indeed? I wonder, Joanna thought to herself. It couldn't be, I suppose, that the boot was on the other foot? But the evidence was in her hand. There was nothing she could say.
Len Bonner watched with an inward and sadistic satisfaction the horrified and helpless expressions chase themselves over the girl's face. By God, he'd like to grab her now and throw it to her right here on her own bunk while she still had the picture between her fingers! But he knew women well enough to realize that the time was not yet ripe. She was still in shock and she had to be allowed time for the anger to set in. There was nothing a wronged woman wouldn't do to revenge herself on an errant husband, he figured, not matter how strait-laced she might be under normal circumstances . . . . and when that impulse was coupled with the desire to avoid discovery in the commission of a crime . . . well, he could hardly lose, could he?
"So what are we going to do about it?" he repeated.
"Oh God, oh God, I don't know," Joanna blurted out, dropping her head into her hands and sobbing like a child. "I . . . I just didn't think Bob . . . could . . . could ever do such a thing to me!"
Len watched the voluptuous quivering of her breasts as she sobbed into her hands. He could feel small beads of perspiration breaking out on his upper lips as he studied their ripely swelling fullness beneath her flowered cotton dress. It was all he could do not to tear the thin garment away from those deliciously taut mounds of flesh right now. Obscene thoughts of how tight her wet little pussy would be flickered through his mind. But no -- he must not spoil it now; what he had in mind for later would be even better.
"I . . . I guess you think I'm a complete idiot carrying on this way, Mr. Bonner." Joanna stuttered after a moment.
"Why certainly not," he said with an assumed solicitousness. "Nobody could blame you for being upset . . . and angry . . . after what you just saw. I feel the same way."
"Oh God, of course. I feel so stupid," she said in a voice hoarse from crying. "I was so shocked, I didn't even stop to think how you must feel.
After all, it was your wife he was . . . was . . . doing it to."
"Exactly. You can imagine that I feel equally angry and upset."
"But w-w-what are you going to do about it?" the distressed blonde asked hesitantly. She could feel her composure returning now that the initial shock had worn off a little and her humiliation was gradually turning into a slow, seething anger.
For a moment Len Bonner paused. This was where he had to play it real cool. This was where he had to change identities -- from the paternal, more-in-sorrow-than-anger older man to the vengeful wronged husband, determined to get his own back at all costs. Or to put it another way, he was about to stop play acting and do it for real!
"This may shock you again," he said brusquely, "but I believe in an eye for an eye.
"I'm not sure that I know what you mean," the girl faltered.
"I mean, to put it brutally, that you are a very attractive woman -- and the only thing that would salve my pride as a husband would be for you to come to my cabin this afternoon." There! He had said it!
He watched her through half-closed eyes as she paled visibly. "What! Do you . . . do you . . . but you can't mean what I think you mean!" she gasped.
"If you do," he went on, pressing his advantage remorselessly, "then of course we would be in a kind of way conspirators together. And in that case naturally I could hardly take any steps in this other matter." He picked up the package containing marijuana and his letter to the captain.
For a moment Joanna stared at him unbelievingly. Her mouth had dropped open and her eyes were wide with consternation. Before the idea had time to sink in he added: "If you don't, I see no alternative And he held up the package and plucked the envelope and the photograph from her nerveless fingers. Then, before the luckless girl had time to protest, he had turned and walked to the cabin door. "I'll give you until three o'clock to make up your mind," he said harshly. "If you haven't appeared by then, then I'm afraid these two communications will be on their way up to the bridge."
Jerking open the door, he left the stateroom without another look.
At two minutes to three, Joanna Grant hesitated outside Stateroom B- 2. Her mind was in a whirl. She had been to visit Bob again in the sick bay at lunch time . . . but he was still tossing and turning, groaning with fever and in no state to talk. The dreadful decision confronting her had to be made all on her own. Horrified by the inexplicable mystery of the incriminating package in her purse, her fears for her future and Bob's already compromised by the proof of his infidelity, she felt in her anguish that she had no choice. If she wished to save her marriage, she had no alternative but to yield to Len Bonner's blackmailing demands -- whatever they might be.
Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she raised a tremulous hand and knocked.
The door opened at once. Len was dressed in a loose toweling robe lightly tied about his waist. There was a cigar between his lips.
"Ah!" he exclaimed- "So you decided to play it my way! That's a sensible girl! I'm sure you won't be sorry . . . and this way there's a chance we'll both get a bit of fun out of it, too!"
"Mr. Bonnet . . . Len I'm not sure that I quite understand what you want me to do . . . Joanna began tearfully as he closed the door behind her.
He laid his smoking cigar in an ashtray and cocked an eyebrow. "Oh no? Don't try to kid me, Joanna -- I think you know very well . . !"
"I-I-I don't know what you mean," she faltered.
"I guess you better have a drink, honey," Len said. He walked across to the table beneath the porthole and picked up two glasses of a milky, greenish liquid. Through the half-closed drapes she could see the bright blue sea gliding past as the Arcadia steamed along parallel with the distant coastline.
"What is it?" Joanna asked curiously, her fears for the moment forgotten as she stared at the opaque fluid in the half light of the cabin.
"It's Pernod. It won't do you any harm in fact it'll do you a lot of good," Len said.
She gulped down the cold, aromatic drink almost in a single swallow. It tasted faintly of licorice, and it left a mellow glow in her throat. But it didn't seem very strong.
That was good! I was thirsty!" she "Mmmmmmm! said. "Could I . . . could I have another?"
"Sure thing, baby. I'll fix you one right away He poured half a tumbler of pale, clear liquid from a bottle with a blue and white label and added a dash of water to turn it cloudy.
Joanna took another big swallow and turned to face him. "Just what do you have in mind?" she asked, her confidence returning slightly. It was soon to be dashed.
"Your husband's been fucking my wife," he said coarsely. "I told you I believed in an eye for an eye. I'm going to fuck you, that's all."
Joanna gazed at him petrified. Nervously she drained her glass and set it down with a shaking hand. "You can't be serious!" she quavered.
"I was never more serious in my life, baby."
"Oh God," she whimpered. "No . . . we can't, we can't."
Reaching for her, he pulled her roughly towards him and crushed her hard against his body. He ground his pelvis hard into hem, sliding his hand down to the soft smooth roundness of her buttocks and pulled her loins tight up against him. She tried to squirm away from him but his strength was too much for her and his wet lips clamped firmly over her mouth. She twisted her head violently away to sob, "Please, please . . .
"Why not?" Len demanded. "Like I said, your husband's laying my wife . . . why shouldn't I even the score and lay his, by God?"
"Oh please don't do it to me," the frightened young blonde pleaded, tears welling into her eyes once more. He had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. If she resisted too strongly, both Bob and the captain would be brought into the affair and all her chances of future happiness would be mined forever. Oh, why had she insisted on that damned trip ashore when Bob had asked her not to go? Why hadn't she been satisfied to please her husband instead of selfishly demanding that she must have her own way?
Her body stiffened as she felt Len begin massaging the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks through the thin material of her dress. He ground against her again, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, and she gasped and held her breath as she felt the rising hardness beneath his terrycloth robe pressing into her own unwillingly moistening loins. The sweet licorice flavor of the Pernod wafted lazily through her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensations flickering unbidden through her captive flesh. Clenching her eyes tightly shut she fought against them with all her strength, but the muscled fingers of his hand tweaking suddenly against her nipple, and the hardness of his penis grinding into her awakening pussy, combined to bring the low moans of helpless submission tumbling from her lips. Her very helplessness and the thought of her own husband making love to this man's wife on that bunk only a few feet away from her were too much for the tortured girl's mind.
"God, but you're built, baby," Len breathed moistly. "I'm sure going to enjoy this particular little swap!"
"Oh don't, please don't," Joanna cried as she felt the lewdly exciting feelings ripple over her reluctant skin: "N-n-no one but my husband has ever done it to me before."
"There's got to be a first time for everything, doll," he chuckled, insinuating his hand between their tightly merged bodies to the trembling flatness of her belly.
"Don't touch me there! Please don't!" the girl almost screamed. "No, no, you've got to stop it! I can't be unfaithful to my husband . . ." Her body jerked slightly as she felt Len's fingers lifting the material of her dress up the front of her thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away, using all her will power to overcome the strange sensations building up against her will deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good," Len was saying. "that'll maybe teach that husband of yours to keep his prick in his pants around my wife." He grinned at her evilly. "You ain't ever going to be satisfied with what you're getting at home again!"
Joanna held her breath as she felt the hem of her dress reach the top of her thighs and his fingers came into contact with the tender softness of her naked flesh. An electrifying shock seared through her weakening legs as he slipped his middle finger slowly under the tight elastic legband of her panties. She arched back a little, whining helplessly, as his probing fingertip found the narrow sensitive slit of her moistening vagina and thrust gently into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden electrifying contact with the tiny throbbing head of her clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that now permeated her loins and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
Something . . . something absolutely impossible was happening inside of her! She was actually experiencing wild tremors of excitement in contrast with her deep feelings of shame and revulsion at his lewd assault on her helpless flesh! There was nothing she could do and tears of humiliation cascaded warmly down her face as she found herself thus reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her breasts and vagina. She was wet there between her legs and she found to her horror that her hips were unconsciously undulating in response to the light teasing of his finger rummaging between her thighs.
"Spread `em a little, baby," Len breathed harshly into her mouth. "Daddy wants it opened wide."
As his tongue smashed lustfully between her lips and against her teeth, he played the throbbing bulge of his cock hard into the quivering softness of her belly . . . and suddenly she could bear it no longer. Tearing herself out of his obscene embrace she dashed wildly for the door, grabbed the knob, and tried with all her strength to pull it open.
But the door was locked.
Len Bonner laughed behind her as she struggled vainly, desperately, with the unyielding handle. Finally, realizing the futility of her efforts, she sagged forward against the panels sobbing helplessly. "Oh, please let me out! Please!" she whimpered. "I'll do anything . . . anything but this. I-I can't go through with it. I just can't."
"Too late now, baby," he said with a cruelly triumphant grin. "An eye for an eye, remember. Besides, what the hell are you complaining about? Don't you think we ought to get even with those two?"
"Yes, yes . . . but not like this. Couldn't we sit down with them and talk it out later?" she pleaded tearfully.
"Not on your sweet life! Old Len don't play that way. Besides, I've been looking forward to this ever since I saw you up on the deck-tennis court in those tight assed little shorts of yours! Man, what a picture you made in those!"
She stared at him in horror. "Y-y-you mean . . . you thought about this . . . before?"
"Hell, yes," he gloated. "You gotta be an opportunist in this life! You don't really think I give a shit whether or not you peddle hash, do you?" It was not part of the ad man's plan to reveal that the whole affair of the package of marijuana was an elaborate plant just now. That could come later when the girl and her husband were both fully initiated! For the moment he had to keep a hold over her. "But I'd turn you in to the captain just the same," he added menacingly, to make sure the little bitch got the point.
Untying the belt around his waist, he shrugged out of the robe and allowed it to fall to the ground, standing before her completely naked, his thick hard cock standing out lewdly from beneath the slight paunch he was beginning to develop like the threatening shaft of a heavy blunt spear.
Joanna pressed herself tightly back against the door as he turned towards her and with an obscene smile on his lips began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the huge bulbous head.
She wanted to close her eyes to shut out the honor, but she was frightened that he would approach her without her knowing it. He was still grinning, gloating, evidently enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to. He was a sadist, and like a trapped animal she watched the faint glint of cruelty in his eye as it brightened to a glow.
"Like the look of it?" he leered, continuing to stroke his massive organ. "I bet your husband never had anything like that to stuff up you!"
Joanna tried to speak but no words came from her stiff lips. She was completely frozen against the door, paralyzed with fear as she stared at the lewd man obscenely playing with himself. Against her will, her eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand.
My God, it was thick!
Despite her fear she found herself wondering how a woman could take such a thing up inside of her without being completely split apart.
With his barrel chest and his muscled thighs and his huge cock, Len Bonner was built and he knew it! For a moment longer he stood reveling in the fear induced in the poor girl by the size of his penis -- and then he started slowly towards her. "Are you gonna take those clothes off?" he demanded. "Or do I have to do it for you?"
"D-d-d-don't touch me!" Joanna squealed.
She knew there was no escape now. He was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how hard she pleaded for mercy. I-I-I'll scream for help!" she cried desperately.
"Go right ahead! Everyone's up on deck watching the deck-tennis semifinals. There ain't nobody down here but the steward -- and he's a buddy of mine."
It was only too true. She and Bob should have been in those semifinals right now. She'd scratched their names from the list on account of his illness only half an hour ago. As for Alfred Maddon . . . well, she'd always known there was something screwy about that man! No -- there was no hope left. There was nothing she could do against Len Bonner's strength. She was alone and completely at his mercy.
He reached out with his thick meaty hands and with a sudden grab he spun her around so that her back was towards him. The next moment, the zipper at the back of her dress was jerked open down to the top of her buttocks. She could feel the cool rush of air from a ventilator against her skin as he pulled the garment from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a soft heap around her ankles. The snaps of her brassiere came next. She heard him mutter a faint sigh of lustful appreciation as he dropped it to the floor beside the dress and her firm full breasts burst into the open air. Then he dropped to his knees behind her as she swayed above him, and hooked his fingers roughly in the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties to pull them down over the softness of her taut round buttocks and then let them fall among the other clothes at her feet.
There was nothing left, She stood before him totally naked, almost losing her balance as he placed his hands on the fleshy swell of her hips and spun her round to face him again. Abruptly she felt the pressure of his lips nibbling damply at the naked flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine and she automatically reached forward with her hands, locking them into his hair to keep from falling. Mistaking this for unconditional surrender, he dropped his mouth to the blonde-covered "vee" of her crotch, spreading the softly curling pubic hair with his thumbs and darting his tongue lizard-like up into the flowering slit of her vagina.
Joanna jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris, losing her balance completely this time and falling backwards towards the bunk. The edge of the frame caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed on the covers.
Len Bonner leaped forward and trapped her in that position as she kicked out to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft inner flesh of her thighs and held them spread apart, his thumbs resting on the hair-lined folds of her cunt. The moist pink flesh of her naked vagina was offered up to his leering gaze in defenseless sacrifice as the young blonde wife lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation complete, watching with abject terror on her face as the advertising executive's tongue circled his lips in preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
With a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs, Bonner drew the glistening pink pussy-lips apart, exposing the hot wet cuntal slit to his lustful eyes. He stared at it greedily for a moment and then with an animal groan, dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue into the wanly throbbing walls of her pussy.
Joanna jerked, a soul-searing moan tearing itself from her lips. Her buttocks ground down into the mattress, trying to escape the maddening assault on her most secret flesh. Her head was up off the bunk, watching in horrified disbelief as his head rocked up and down in greedy feast between her legs.
"It can't be! It can't!" she whimpered before his depraved attack, her head falling back onto the mattress and flailing from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt.
And yet, in spite of her terror and revulsion at the degrading things being done to her defenseless loins, those tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began again to ripple deep in her belly. Her arms lay tensed at her sides as her firmly rounded breasts quivered from the buffeting her body was undergoing. Len's hands reached up over the smooth white flatness of her trembling belly and dug harshly into the fleshy softness of her breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in relentless fury. As his mouth and tongue worked in obscene ravishment at the widespread tightness of Joanna's cunt, his eyes remained open -watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the shuddering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of surrender that he knew must come.
The naked blonde lay frozen in abject submission with great tears of shame and humiliation welling from her light blue eyes. Random images of her unfaithful husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the lewd wet sucking noises Len Bonner was making down there between her helplessly trapped legs. Oh God, how could she ever face Bob again after allowing herself to be subjected to the depraved attacks of this cruel inhuman man? Whatever Bob had done himself, at least he had done it of his own free will. But she was being humiliated beyond her wildest imagination and there was nothing she could do but lie back and suffer it. Oh God, why did Bob have to make love to this monster's wife! Why did he have to deceive her and leave her at the mercy of this lust-crazed beast! Joanna had never felt so alone and defenseless in her whole life.
Bonner's eyes remained locked on Joanna Grant's face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her wide-held vagina. With cruel satisfaction he watched the tears flowing down her cheeks, the goddamn little bitch . . . she and her husband thought they were too good for Len Bonner, did they? Well, the young punk had already gotten his from Harriet. Now he was going to show the girl! Before he'd finished with her, she'd be crawling on her knees begging for more! And by God he'd see that she got it! Chuckling to himself, he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of the knees splayed out wide on either side of him. He lifted and pushed them up and over her body so that her shapely thighs ground into her breasts and exposed the whole flat plane of her hair-fringed cunt to his lustful stare. This would get her, he grinned . . . and he flicked the tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her vagina.
The unexpected contact with the sensitive rubbery orifice brought a long low moan of anguish from the young girl's lips. "Oooooooooh, God! No! No! Please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hotly probing tongue licking mercilessly at her anus. His only answer was a lewd chuckle -- and a further stab into the tight fleshy nether ring.
Joanna sobbed in desperation before his depraved attack . . . and then suddenly, in spite of the humiliation, in spite of the horror and revulsion, she felt her body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily toward the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of erotic sensations throbbing through her raw nerve ends.
"Oh no! I can't! I can't!" she cried aloud. The full realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further moans of misery and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene and perverted adultery she was committing with another man, but more frightening and shaming still -- of the fact that her body was beginning to enjoy it! Clenching her teeth she fought with all her will against the tiny little licking flames of pleasure that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But with Len Bonner slavering ceaselessly over her naked loins below, it was a losing battle.
After a desperate and confused struggle in her tortured mind, the dam burst.
Her shamelessly aroused body jerked spasmodically and then began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair and her fingers clenched there. Forgotten were the thoughts of Bob, forgotten the humiliation: all that mattered now were the delicious shafts of forbidden desire piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
She lay locked fast in an alcoholic haze, squirming and bucking under the maddening teasing of Len's tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break through her chest. The effect of the two huge glasses of Pernod she had swallowed so quickly was dazing and relaxing her, and she raised her head again to watch his face, her hands laced behind his head to pull the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her. It seemed as though the delicious sucking of her anus and vagina had gone on forever when suddenly Len forced his head free of the restraining grasp of her hands and kneeled up between her open thighs. There was a triumphant smile on his lips.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he breathed. "Just like your husband did my wife . . . only better!"
Joanna lay suddenly still, her softly trembling thighs splayed wide, her breath coming so fast she was afraid her lungs would burst. Her belly was heaving as though he already had the long thick cock jutting from his loins sunk deep up inside her.
His eyes were still hard and cruel in the greed of his desire. "I'm gonna screw you like you've never been screwed before," he snarled. "I'm gonna fuck you until you scream! I want to see you twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your belly. I want to hear you beg and pray for it!" Grinning in triumph, he raised himself above her and added: "Spread your legs wide, baby. I'm comm'in now!"
Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, Joanna obeyed his lewd order as Len levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. Then he dropped one hand down between their panting bodies to take the rigidly throbbing cock between his fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the fleshy lips of her cunt. She rolled her head to one side with a shudder as she felt its softly thrilling contact against the moist sensitive edges of her wet pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying motionless in utter subjugation beneath him, and then, "Ooooooooooh!" she breathed as she felt the first hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
Flexing his hips, he pushed hard.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" she coughed as the blood-swollen tip forced its way through, cruelly stretching the tight rubbery opening until Joanna felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless pressure.
Suddenly the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this helpless, innocent young wife spread-eagled beneath him as he teased her with the head of his cock disappearing into the hair of her pussy.
He had to fuck her . . . and he had to fuck her now!
He fell forward, his full weight smashing her warmly swelling breasts back tight against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long thick penis slid pulsatingly up into her cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it until his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"Oh God! Oh God," she screamed beneath him. "You're hurting me!" She had never been so filled in her life and his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina into a thousand shreds as he speared mercilessly into her. And now, now it lay deep inside her belly filling every part of her tender insides. There was not one tiny ridge of flesh, not a throbbing vein on its thick shaft that she could not feel as it stretched the fear-constricted flesh of her cunt, enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a sword slicing into its victim's belly.
"Like it?" he grinned in lewd delight, reveling in the agonized expression on her face. "I said, `Like it, baby'?" he repeated. Far up inside her vagina he flexed the cruel cock-head.
"Ooooooh! Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, afraid now to offend him. The pain was just too unbearable.
"Beg me, then," he hissed contemptuously.
"W-w-what do you mean?"
"Beg me to fuck you! Now!" Again he flexed the huge member deep in her quivering belly.
"Oh God, don't! Don't! I can't-" Joanna fought with all her strength and courage to escape this one final humiliation. This, she knew, would be the ultimate surrender. It was the only thing she had left. He had taken everything else . . . her pride, her fidelity to her husband, her self respect, her hope, everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg as well, She just couldn't.
He throbbed his cock deeper, digging his fingers savagely into the softness of her shoulders at the same time. "Do it," he commanded fiercely. "Beg me, you bitch!"
"Oooooh God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and the helplessness of her position. "All right . . . do it to me; do it to me."
"Not like that! Say, fuck me," he demanded.
"Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene words. Her degradation was complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and now she wished she were dead. She could never face Bob again with the innocence she had before, no matter what he had done himself. There was no hope for her anymore. She was a whore now . . . she was a whore!
The bitter words bored into her mind. She was lost! Lost! This cruelly scheming man had taken everything that was good and right away from her. There was nothing left for her now, nothing but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep inside her burning vagina.
Len Bonner sensed the evaporation of the last remaining dregs of resistance in her, and clamping his wet lips suddenly down over her mouth he began a slow rocking motion in between her thighs. He could feel the narrow cuntal passage widening slightly with each measured stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long to turn this prim, soft-bodied young blonde into a raw, squealing mass of frantic desire. He had felt it by the way in which, loosened a little by the liquor he had fed her, she had reacted to his earlier ploys. Even though she had resisted him and was convinced in her own mind that she was a sweet conservative wife, true to her husband in all respects, lie could detect a latent hot streak in her that had just never been turned on. Well, he'd make sure she got turned on today all right!
Joanna's body had involuntarily begun to react again. There was really no longer any reason to fight the lewdly flaming fires of desire consuming her. She had lost the battle against the obscenely exciting feelings; now even the thought of her own total surrender sent chills of perverse delight up her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Len Bonner's cock begin skewering wetly into her.
Her whole body twitched and writhed traitorously beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the wetness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with a sudden complete abandon hard against his. Her face was contorted with servile passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead under the disheveled blonde hair. The pain in her loins was forgotten now and her legs on either side of his rigidly impaling rod were jerking and shuddering with increasingly uncontrolled desire. She no longer thought of anything but the delicious erotic sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will, and of giving back to him what he was giving her.
Len slaved above her, moving now into longer, smoother strokes that brought his lust-inflamed cock almost all the way out of her clasping pussy-flesh on the backstroke and then plunging forward harshly into her upraised loins again until she could feel the heavy slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus.
He fondled and stroked the contracting lips of her vagina where he entered her, feeling the moist hair-lined folds clasp tightly to his rampaging cock, flowering open in greedy desire to swallow the whole of it and then closing around it. Then he jerked his hips violently back, pulling his massive penis out of her now protesting cunt with an obscene wet sluicing sound.
Joanna, brought abruptly back to reality from the transports of erotic delight in which she had been soaring, raised her head with a gasp of surprise. He was standing beside the bunk, his bluntly inflamed cock swaying above his sperm-bloated testicles, a thinly glistening thread of seminal fluid still joining the blood-gorged head to the gaping wet cavern of her ravaged cunt.
"Get your legs up on the bed and roll over on your tits," he commanded harshly.
"W-w-w-what do you mean?" She stared at him in blank incomprehension.
"Do as I say. You could do with a little exercise some place else. I'm coming in the back way, baby."
"Oh no! Not that!" she whimpered as the full realization of the horrible, indecent ravishment he was proposing burst in her mind. "Please don't do it to me there! Not like that! You can't . . . it's . . .it's inhuman!"
He bent down and seized her legs, yanking them roughly up and over the bed, at the same time twisting her around so that she was flung face-downwards on the mattress with her buttocks waving high in the air behind her. As she sobbed helplessly into the pillow, he kneeled up between her widespread thighs and forced them ruthlessly apart with his knees. "Reach back behind you and spread the cheeks of your ass," he snarled.
"I can't . . . You can't do this to me! Please, please-" She broke off with a squeal of pain as he brought his open hand cracking viciously down across her buttocks, leaving the red welts of fingermarks flaming on the trembling milk-white flesh.
"Do what you're told, you bitch!"
Her chest racked with heaving sobs, the defenseless girl moved her shaking hands back over the softly fleshed mounds and reluctantly dragged them apart, exposing the tiny puckered hole of her anus nestling in its narrow furrow. She couldn't believe that he would really do such a bestial thing to her! It was monstrous! It was the ultimate depth of degradation! Surely he was just trying to intimidate her, to make her crawl and plead with him! It couldn't be true that he wanted to make love to her . . . there!
She felt his finger poking obscenely at her unprotected anus and jerked automatically away from the sudden pain. "Relax!" he hissed threateningly. "And keep that ass spread out!"
Joanna felt the tip of his finger again at the nakedly exposed entrance to her rectum and she desperately clenched the tiny puckered ring tight in an attempt to delay the brutal penetration she knew must be coming. Len probed for a moment at the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then, with a grunt, he shoved his middle finger hard into the warm velvety passage.
Moans of futile protest forced their way through the helpless blonde's clenched teeth as he forced his finger deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her nether passage until she thought she would faint from the cruel invasion. He began to move the finger around and around deep inside her, sawing it in and out to stretch the tiny anus in preparation for the greater entry to follow.
A flicker of surprised pleasure passed suddenly over Joanna's face as the pain gradually faded and a strangely enjoyable sensation took its place. She couldn't believe that it could feel so good, but it did, sending wild thrills of perverse pleasure rocketing through her loins. Her mouth opened and she began to pant and mewl as the advertising man's finger worked around and round deep inside her wide-stretched rectum.
As suddenly as he had plunged the finger in, Len Bonner dragged it out again. Forcing his hand down between Joanna's belly and the mattress he stroked his fingers back along the warm slippery length of her vaginal furrow and smeared the moisture up and around her plundered anus to lubricate the cringing orifice. An instant later she felt the hard rubbery tip of his cock pressing against the tight, hairless opening of her anus.
The lewdly kneeling young wife held her breath as she felt it begin to thrust. Oh God, it was huge! She would never be able to take it in her rectum without her belly being torn apart!
The muscles on Len Bonner's stomach tensed visibly as he strained forward, and Joanna felt the soft probing between her buttocks grow into a hard unresistable pressure against the tight rubbery nether ring. "Ooooooooh! God, no! Pleeeeeease! Aaaaaaaagh!" she pleaded as the interfolded circle of flesh suddenly gave way and the huge bulbous cock-head surged inside with a plunging rush. A spasm of pain so unbearable shot through her that she twisted and screamed again and again, trying with all her strength to evade the bestial impalement. She was writhing like an animal caught in a trap, thrashing about to escape, but her movements only served to wedge the thickly distended penis more securely in her tortured back passage.
Len seized the edges of the pillow and pulled it forcibly up against her contorted face to muffle her cries. At the same time his pounding thighs forced the lust-swollen cock another inch -- and then another -- up into her helplessly impaled anus. Joanna could scarcely think. Everything she did brought pain and more pain. It was as though a monstrous battering ram was being relentlessly shoved into the tiny opening of her virginal rectum.
Suddenly the advertising man's loins smacked heavily into the softness of her hand-spread buttocks. The punishing instrument of his penis was buried to the hilt in her almost split anus. She was hopelessly skewered on the cruel thickness of Len Bonner's cock.
Panting hoarsely behind her, he began to saw rhythmically deep into the soft rubbery depths of her back passage as she groaned in anguish and continued to fight with wild desperation against the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her defenseless rectum. Then with a final moan of surrender her strength failed and her voluptuous white body subsided limply onto the bunk, impaled on the stone-hard penis like a pinned insect. As soon as she collapsed, Len seized her elbows and, still keeping his hotly throbbing cock buried deep in her rectum, rolled onto his back, pulling her over on top of him. She was now lying lewdly spread-eagled, face upward, her shoulders resting on his hairy chest, his cock thrusting up into her anus from underneath. His hands snaked around to cup the softly swelling mounds of her breasts above him, and his knees came up slightly between her legs to keep her thighs spread.
It was while they were lying like this on the bunk that Harriet Bonner in her turn emerged from her hiding place behind the crack in the half-open bathroom door and came into the room.
She was completely naked and her eyes were glistening with excitement. She had watched the entire scene of debauchery with her fingers rubbing frenziedly at the swollen clitoris pulsing wildly between her parted legs. Now, with nipples darkly erect in the center of her voluptuous breasts, she was coming in for the kill! She gazed for an electrifying moment at the erotic tableau on the bed. Joanna's head had fallen backward over Len Bonner's shoulder. Her mouth opened and shut as the mewling sounds of pleasure and pain forced their way out through her trembling lips. Her full, firmly-set breasts rose and fell spasmodically under his imprisoning fingers. And between her spread legs, the thickly gleaming stump of his vast cock disappeared into her stretched anus below the still gaping aperture of her ravaged and glistening cunt.
Harriet stared greedily at the defenselessly splayed pussy-flesh with its wet blonde hair-lined lips, at the rigidly pulsing shaft of her husband's penis buried below it, and at the cum-bloated pouch of his balls resting on the covers between his thighs. Then, with a soft inarticulate cry, she hurled herself down on the bunk and advanced her lustful lips towards the pair of steaming loins spread obscenely wide before her.
Taking Len's testicles in her mouth, she rolled the sperm-swollen glands softly around her tongue and then licked slowly up the bulging thickness of his throbbing stump, on through the moistly folded pink flanges of Joanna's cunt, and up to the inflamed and swollen bud of the young girl's clitoris.
Seeing her come in, Len had briefly raised his head to grin and wink at his wife. But for Joanna, the searing contact of the older woman's tongue was the first evidence the captive blonde had that a third person had joined them. She jerked violently, her loins arching up with an unbearable tingle of unwanted erotic excitement as the depraved brunette's tongue licked forcefully up and down the whole passion-moistened furrow of her pussy, on to the huge penis fucking into her anus, and then back up to her quivering clitoris again.
At the same time Len began a slow and ruthless plunging into her cruelly stretched anal passage, pulling tiny pink ridges of clasping flesh back out with the base of his cock each time he withdrew for another vicious lunge inside.
Between them, the husband and wife worked in slavering rhythm over the whole sensitive area of Joanna's obscenely exposed loins. Harriet sucked and licked and mewled and nibbled at the berserk girl's hotly shuddering cunt. Len rammed his iron-hard cudgel deeper and deeper up into her bowels, the throbbing head feeling as though it was about to burst apart in the vise-like grip of the ravished blonde's tight rubbery rectum.
Joanna suddenly began grinding her skewered buttocks savagely back against his pounding thrusts. There was no longer any pain, no shame, no humiliation . . . only the unbidden and delicious shafts of soul-destroying erotic passion that flamed through and through her quivering body begging for more and more and more . . .
Harriet was wildly fingering her own cunt as she speared her tongue far up into the hot depths of Joanna's vaginal passage. And suddenly, over the fierce grinding of her husband's loins, she felt the young blonde tense and quiver uncontrollably. Joanna's hands darted down to cradle Harriet's face as she sucked furiously at her pussy. Her back arched up off Len's hips and she cried frenziedly: "Oh God! Oh God! I'm cumming! . . . I'm cumming! . . . Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!"
The older woman felt Joanna's cunt flaring open still wider around her sucking lips and warm gushes of hot sticky liquid flooded into her mouth and down over the pistoning cock below it. Simultaneously Len uttered a hoarse cry and his hands began clawing Joanna's breasts in wild abandon as his penis jerked convulsively and the first powerful wave of his hot, thick cum squirted far up into the velvet depths of her rectum.
Hearing the twin groans of ecstasy above her and feeling the urgent shudders of the two straining bodies as they reached the shattering pinnacle of their orgasms cream-like cum flowed back out of Joanna's savaged anus and down around her mouth, Harriet too began to quiver and thresh between their thighs, groaning out the spasms of her climax deep into the heated wetness of their wildly jerking loins.
Joanna lifted her head and gave a long shuddering cry of fulfillment. She had never known that such a transport of passion and joy could exist.
And at that moment, beyond the half-drawn drapes outside the porthole, a bright light flashed and the shutter of a camera clicked.